A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
In the depths of spring in the 10th year of the Qing calendar, Fan Xian came to Ten Family Village for the first time. The place he called Fish Guts was an isolated mountain village. It appeared quiet deep in the mountains, but the lantern lights in the night were dazzling. It even covered up the vast sky full of stars. It moved one's heart.
There were more than 10 families in Ten Family Village. On the path toward the hollow of the mountain, there were far more than 10 farming families by the fields and springs. Those farmers were also not real farmers. They were used to separate the inside and outside of the mountain. They were scouts who protected the secret in the mountain.